Punta Cana, Dominican Republic
Photo by Chris McNamee
I was the deejay.
She was the dancer.
The disco lights were sirens and
she was setting off all my alarms.
Twisting and turning to The Specials
like a flickering flame.
Every stitch of her mom jeans clinging
to her adorable movements -
shuffling the only two feet on the floor
not vying for a photo opportunity.
Her arms and wrists bent and
stirring like she was
drowning in open water.
She couldn't be more beautiful.
Originally Published in: "Sanctuary: A Cootes Paradise Writers Anthology (Vol. 1)"
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